Winter

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What I derive most joy from in this life
Is the coldness that brews near the year's end
When ice forms as nature's glass
Reflecting light as it may through pass

The ground is white as I trudge beyond it
And I can feel the snow crushing beneath me
I find solace in the sky's gifted frozen rain
And dream of its wisdom I shall gain

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